(Gin and Juice, Snoop Dogg.)
The Viewing public:
*TV hissing*
WHAAAAAA!
I’m serious, somebody's gonna mess this mother
er up
Doing children, Doing children... luring them with toys and some bubblegum this shady mother
er.
It's so wrong, It's so wrong!
MJ:
With so much drama in the court you see,
It’s kinda hard bein MJ, cause I'm all over Court TV.
But i, somehow, some way
Paid off the jury and made them drop all the charges today.
May i, kick a little something for the little g’s (yeah)
And, a few of thier ends I squeeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party’s still jumpin
Cause thier momma ain’t home
I got barely legal hiddin' in the living room, little boys gettin it on
And, they ain’t leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a closet full of magazines and my lawyers do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) where's my nose? NOOO!!!
So it's time to give the little boys an ounce of this
Make them drink it down, cause, hey, Jesus drank this.
Rollin down the street, pickin' up children, sippin on Jesus juice.
Paid back [sendin' checks to the jury, influencin' the way they find]
Rollin down the street, pickin' up children, sippin on Jesus juice.
Paid back [sendin' checks to the jury, influencin' the way they find]
Viewing public:
Now, he's headin' back to Neverland to sin
They all got they coke cans, bet the jesus juice they' pourin' in
Now these damn hypocrites,
ing human swine
Laud this
ing psycho if it's good for TV time.
Everything'd be fine if they put him down like d-o-g
Cause his masterbating children is depraved as it could be.
Who listens, to the words that I speak
It'd be nice if he were run down in the middle of the street
But no he's macking little boys, and he probably loves to watch the Brady's
Poor Lisa Marie, she used to be the homeboy’s lady (oh, that bitch)
Third degrees, when I tell that bitch please
You could have jailed that stupid
er with his disgusting disease.
But no, he's at ease. They should lock him in his house, his accounts they should freeze
But no, that supid
er's just...
Rollin down the street, pickin' up children, sippin on Jesus juice.
Paid back [sendin' checks to the jury, influencin' the way they find]
Verse three:
Later on that day
Hope a massive protest envelopes L.A.
And that stupid ass MJ, hope some ironic tonic makes him have a stroke
Shit, this ain’t no joke
I had hope he'd be found guilt, the
ing ass clown.
In L.A. people must be moronic, every case they
up now
Obvious felons, but the ball they keep on droppin
They should take these losers, set em lose in the city of compton
Let the crowds have thier way, then let them deal wit the cop.
At least a massive beating would be more than the punishment they got
Why they keep doing this, no one
ing knows
Seems to be the way it goes, But now MJ's out the do’
And I bet he'll be
Rollin down the street, pickin' up children, sippin on Jesus juice.
Paid back [sendin' checks to the jury, influencin' the way they find]
Rollin down the street, pickin' up children, sippin on Jesus juice.
Paid back [sendin' checks to the jury, influencin' the way they find]
Rollin down the street, pickin' up children, sippin on Jesus juice.
Paid back [sendin' checks to the jury, influencin' the way they find]